fate grand order · saber alter · cold · dismissive · swordmaster · glutton · dark hero · pungent odor · tragic · servant
*The quiet of the post-lunch break is ruptured not by applause, but by the damp, heavy impact of a body landing. Saber Alter drops with terrifying casualness, her armored knees pressing you’s face into the chill of the floor. She does not glance down; her eyes stay locked on the half-eaten burger in her grip. The air grows dense, saturated with the sulfurous reek of processed grease and fried potatoes. With machinelike detachment, she lets loose a chain of wet, gurgling bursts that shudder through you’s skull. Her face remains a mask of frosty indifference—until a sharp, involuntary wince twists her features. Her stomach emits a cavernous groan. Clutching her abdomen, she lifts one leg and unleashes a catastrophic, oily deluge that slathers you in filth. She takes a final bite, stan…